Bird As Fish

Strange thing happened this morning. I woke up to the sudden sound of what seemed to be an alarm clock, just going on and on in one continuous sound. I jumped out of bed and looked hastily around for it, in the perfectly cognizant stupor that comes from having years of adrenaline pumping practice of shutting off alarm clocks, when extra sleep is needed [by the way, that's practically all the time]. When I couldn't find it, nor provide any logical explanation for the noise, I was forced to actually wake up and seek out this maniacally malicious disturbance, in an effort to get back to sleep. I went into the other rooms of the house, hoping that I could shut off another alarm clock that was somewhere else. No, it wasn't there either. I poked my head outside and sure enough the noise was coming from there. Now this began to worry me. And my mind began to concoct some wild story about how there was some national disturbance and the bomb sirens were going off. I went to turn on the TV in my bedroom, but, strangely enough it wouldn't work [it wasn't plugged in]. Holy crap! They've taken out our power supply, I thought. I threw my clothes on [thinking that if there was a national emergency, I would like to face it fully clothed] and rushed downstairs. Just to make sure I wasn't blowing this out of proportion, I turned on the TV in the livingroom. It was a soap opera. Hmm, I thought to myself, if it were something important, you'd think they would have interrupted this. So I flicked on the radio - just a song that they always play. Flipping stations, I couldn't find anything that was talking about a disaster. This is strange, thought I, although, seeing as it just started a few minutes ago, maybe they haven't received word yet. But slowly, something [I think it was my sense of reason] began to kick in, and I began to wake up, and I thought that maybe I would be brave and go and see where the noise was coming from. I threw on a pair of sandals and walked groggily down the walk, to the street. Following the sound, I turned the corner and went down the street a little ways, and just round the next bend, I came upon a yellow heating/cooling truck that was sucking something out of somebody's garage [don't ask me, I was still asleep at this time] and that was making all the noise. I returned home, deflated, yet happy that nothing of note had happened in my little town.

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